When he came to the corridor, Wu Bei held his cell phone and begged in a low voice: "Sister Wang, please wait for two more days, and I will pay the rent immediately."

On the phone, the landlord interrupted coldly: "I have rented out the house. I will leave your things at the door for you. Don't blame me for being ruthless. I also have to eat, so be it!"

"Sister Wang! Sister Wang!"

But the other party has already hung up.

Staring at the phone with a black screen, Wu Bei kicked it out angrily. When his toes were about to hit the trash can, he hurriedly changed direction and kicked against the wall with a bang, gasping in pain.

He is too poor now, too poor to lose his temper.

"I'll go back!"

After a few minutes, Wu Bei calmed down, opened the door and said to Wu Shihao on the bed.

The old man was silent, as if he was really asleep.

As the wooden door closed, Wu Shihao's curled-up body trembled, and he slowly got up and took out a mobile phone from under the pillow.

If Wu Bei were at the scene, he would be extremely shocked! Because he had already sold the "Ritu" worth 60,000 to 70,000 yuan to a pawn shop!

The Fertilizer Factory Apartment is a place for renting in Wubei.

There are a total of four or five buildings in the entire community, which are products of the 1980s and 1990s. The exterior walls have been eroded by the years and the original color cannot be seen. The people living here are either migrant workers or older adults.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the building, Wu Bei found that his suitcase was still there like garbage.

Wu Bei shook his head with a wry smile, picked up the box and walked out.

"Going on a business trip, Xiao Wu?"

When passing by the gate, Uncle Ren, the gatekeeper, greeted me with a smile and a cigarette in his mouth.

Uncle Ren was the only security guard in the community. His radio kept breaking down before. Wu Bei happened to know a little about electrical repairs, so he helped clean up the problem. The two of them were familiar with each other.

"Um."

Wu Bei nodded awkwardly.

Uncle Ren bared his big yellow teeth and waved: "Okay, go early and come back early. My old radio has been broken again in the past two days. Please help me clean it up when you have time!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wu Bei put down his suitcase and said, I'd better help you get it now. I don't know when I'll be back next time.

The old-fashioned radio, which is about half a meter long, is probably half a round older than Wu Bei.

Wu Bei said as he was taking it apart: "Is this thing old? The paint is all peeling off."

"People miss old love, and birds stay in the old forest."

Uncle Ren held a cigarette in his left hand and shook the cattail leaf fan in his right hand. He said with a smile, the paint is just face, but face is actually the most worthless. Seeing that he can hardly live anymore, if he still puts on airs, that's not called arrogance, it's called a fool!

Wu Bei paused for a moment, feeling that there was something in Uncle Ren's words.

Uncle Ren spat out white mist, and then said with a smile on his face: "There are a lot of things going on at home lately, and no one is working night shifts in the community at night. If you have time, can you work the night shift for me for a few days?"

"ah?"

Wu Bei reacted instantly.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. Just take your time and fix it. I'll go back first!"

Uncle Ren patted Wu Bei's shoulder, then walked out of the guard room with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Uncle Ren's back, Wu Bei felt extremely complicated.

He knew that this humble uncle had used his own way to preserve his final dignity.

The guard room was not big, only five or six square meters in total. Apart from a single bed, the only furniture was a wooden table on which the radio was placed.

Looking around, Wu Bei saw a pack of cigarettes and a lighter thrown on the bed, and several bags of instant noodles piled next to the thermos bottle under the table.

"Uncle Ren, thank you!"

Wu Bei ran out in a hurry.

Uncle Ren didn't look back, he just raised his right arm and waved it a few times.

When a man is at his most depressed, he doesn't have to eat, but he must light a cigarette. Uncle Ren understands everything he thinks.

That night, after delivering meals to the old man, Wu Bei slept in the guard room.

This simple guard room also allowed Wu Bei to feel the warmth for the first time since his father fell ill. Even if he thinks about it many years later, he will still burst into tears.

Before dawn, Wu Bei got up.

Not only did he tidy up the inside and outside of the room, but he also washed all Uncle Ren's shoes, socks, and clothes. At this time, this was all he could repay.

At around five o'clock in the morning, Uncle Ren came humming a little tune.

Wu Bei said with a grateful face: "Uncle, the radio is repaired, I'm going to work!"

Uncle Ren held him down, took out instant noodles and two bowls from under the table, frowned and said, "You work the night shift for me, and I treat you to noodles. We are even!"

"Uncle, I..." Wu Bei's heart suddenly felt warm.

Uncle Ren forced the chopsticks into Wu Bei's hand: "Don't be pretentious. I haven't finished my family matters yet. You have to help me keep vigil these days. Eat quickly! Get out of here!"

A simple meal of instant noodles made Wu Bei's eyes burn several times.

Some people think eating instant noodles is very happy, and some people think eating instant noodles is unfortunate. There are probably two types of people in the world, and Wu Bei belongs to the former at this moment.

After leaving the community, Wu Bei secretly vowed to repay Uncle Ren in the future.
Chapter completed!